My mum was an only child and also an orphan so I was moved to lagos to stay with father's Sister Aunty Remi.
My stay in lagos was Hell. I remember the night I got to Aunty Remi's house. I was tired and sad yearning for my beloved parents. My aunt looked at me and said " your witch mother has finally killed my brother, I warned him but he refused to listen. Now am stock with a useless child like you. I was crying and she slapped me soo hard I felt it in my head " you better stop that noise you are making or else you would join them soon.
From that day I did everything to please my aunt to no avail. She looked for little reasons to punish me. She made me sell things on the street
She registered me with the local government girls school.
I wore slippers to school cause she won't buy me shoes. I beg food to eatduring lunch time and after closing hours, I trek hundreds of miles back home.
Through all these I never ceased praying. I didn't forget how to pray. My aunt dose not attend church but I sneak out every Sunday to a church down the street close to our house. Church was the only place I can dance and forget about my pain. I loved music, that was what drew me to church the most.
AT LAST some good news came. After so much sorrow, my life is about to change.
WOULD THIS NEWS GIVE HAPPY A NEW LIFE? Stay with me and find out see you soon again.
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